Miller just shrugs, he wasn't planning on getting fucked but he also wasn't planning on tacjling Kovacs evER again. That hurt even worse than Alex landing on him somehow. Damn Inners and their solid fucking skeletons. He looks up at the borked speaker and back down at the bullet that now lives in Kovac's floor. It really doesn't make any sense, does it? He clicks the safety on and tucks the gun into his back pocket before crouching down to pick up the shell and looking from the casing to Kovacs to the ceiling and back to the round in the grate below his feet.

"It must be coming through the central PA system. Maybe even the air vents." If nothing else could seal that this was a social experiment, today would. He grabs Kovacs' arm suddenly. "We should go to the bridge, see if there's a way to disable it." Yes, we. Put pants on or don't it's not his problem anymore.